I’ve been wrapped up in work these last weeks so please excuse the delay with posts.

I intend on publishing a collection of my own short stories that I’ve amassed over the past 13 years. I will use Smashwords to do this as it seems to be one of the few online publishers offering a fairly decent deal to the authors. As far as i remember they also give you an ISBN number and are targets for future talent via Barnes and Noble, Amazon, etc.

Smashwords also offer a service to have your book cover illustrated and designed, but they also offer authors like myself who are working with images and photography the dimensions to DIY it. I have not made my own yet, but recently I helped a friend with his and after some hours of screen sharing via Skype we managed to find his image of a four legged, masked girl with a flying piglet on her lap…

Yes, of course, I did think it was a wind up when he first requested this image but soon realized his sincerity and here is what he got.

Anything can be created from imagination

I write this information here on the off chance that any of you writers and poets need book or CD covers. I have a nice stock sitting here (samples here ) not doing much apart from being eye candy for the net.

I’m also aware that cutting a living from being a wordsmith is not so great, so I will discount each case as it comes by as long as you’re being honest. The more you earn or claim the more you donate for my time and efforts please.

There is no crime if I don’t show itFor it’s a long time since I’ve been poetSince January, one poem has partedFrom my heart for another departedThen career and need (and laziness)Swapped verse and rhyme for video lensWhere interpretation of life and thingsChoirs majestic to butterfly wingsSunset’s flames, porpoise and minksDriftwood beaver, daughter and teacherHave been my new poetic featuresAlmost a lap around our sun, inspires I to return,Ball’s point hurtles over this paperAs I pay homage to Lady Poet and my SaviourWith my guilt panged traditional behaviourI’m instantly filled with power and the prideThat she’s always smouldering deep insideAwaiting connections between our sensesShe suggests to us possible versesThrough verb and metaphor she immersesRepair from grief, to us poets, she blessesInterrogates inner so outer confessesCausing zoom and macro, elegant pressesUnfaithful? I don’t think that is really trueJudge for yourself at a screen near you

War´s influence(allegedly, if you believe in astrology)arose to the South of Jonsvatnet (John´s water)while I, for a few secondscut circles in its path of temporary shinewith the metal fish at the end of my lineBail arm trip, retrieval slip then lightning dynamicsOf pike´s waspish violence upon it!The decoy minnowAnything but slow as old esoxgave her acrobatic showwith ariel attempts to escape meAfter pulling, tugging, plenty of shruggingtwenty minutes later I assumed the victorBut,as I lifted her water clearshe anticipated me and bit me shear!My curse was anything but ”Oh dear!”She either, never shed a tearbut both of us united in a common fearOf each others talonsSomewhat gentlyI set her down in the shallowsCarefully plucked back my hookThen gave my bloody finger a sookWith a swish of her shovel sized tailoff she cruised with a humoured lookTowards the pillar of MarsBoth she and I perforated with scarsMade our ways homeUnder early August’s returning stars.

A few notes about this piece, which I will get around to fitting in here with the poem.

Mars was at its closest to Earth in 60,000 years this night.

*Esox Lucius is the latin name for a PikeA bail arm is the piece on a fishing reel. It catches and gathers the line as it rotates.The last line is to do with the fact that there is no night between late May and early August where I live. The Arctic Circle is another 400 km`s north, from Trondheim, where you get the famous midnight sun.

I am no cosmogonist for suggesting
That the end and the beginning
Are one and the same
Winter opposes summer
Death, life and so forth
On a perpetual journey
Of violence, rest
Love, hate
Science fact
Metaphoric beliefs
Everything shares one common truth
The unzipping of creation
The four bases
Adenine pairs with Thymine
Guanine pairs with Cytosine
All split open
Then reborn in puzzling sequences
Ribo and Deoxy Nucleic Acids
Forged from a star collapsing
On the edge of our solar system
Gravitating, tugging, pulling, spinning,
BOOM!
Just like the other BIG-inning
Circa 14 billion years earlier
But before that
The quiet, stillness, nothing
How do we know?
After…
The present
The future
The past
Alpha and omega,
First and the last

Lady, I never knew youBut I mourned you recentlyBecause the day you decidedEnough was enoughRipples traveled outwards Until their forcesCame back on themselvesNot as singular crestsBut as tsunami wavesSo giant, even the LeviathanOf the stupid ignorance that created‘their’ laws would never again dream of paddling out in their shallow slopes The ones that fall away sharply into an abyss of rage, that still exists at this timeLady; you quoted“Without vision, the people will perishand without courage and inspirationdreams will diethe dream of freedomthe dream of peace”Lady Rosa ParksForever a soul of freedomAll humanity sends thanks

The days, as space Will stretchAs I fetch Thoughts of SpockJedi grammatical talks(Even lost socks)Cosmic hotrocksSpinning the forceGravity bendsoffers pretense For Hubble´s lensBut binary evolves to Kepler and ChandraHeat seeking, farther and fartherGive us those light yearsUni and multi-versal answers